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my active imagination she awakes with nervous anticipation, as today is the day; the time she has been awaiting with dreaded fear and hunger, the day he is coming over to start her on the journey, her transformation, her path to truth and the life she was born to live. they spoke over dinner last week, where he laid out the rules for her first session. this was to be her first test, he was not going to inflict too much pain, but teach her to never question his moves or motives, to teach her unquestioning acceptance, he was going to fine tune her body to fit his needs, to make her aware of the true nature of her submissiveness, for her to be his true pet. i have very few requirements, he tells her, which you will obey without question for this first time; you will not speak a word, not even if i ask you a question. you may nod and groan, but no more. you will not touch yourself. you will not look at me unless told to do so. i will text you when i am two minutes from you. you will unlock your door, and await me lying naked on your bed, face up, arms out, and legs open. lights on. you will have 5 scarves laid out on the bed, awaiting my use. you will place a chair at the foot of your bed for me to sit on. you will then be taken on your transcendent journey and do exactly as i tell you. if you do not follow any of those rules, or even slightly hesitate when told to do something, i will immediately stop, and walk out the door, possibly never to return. you will accept implicitly my natural authority over you. you will also be assured that i will grant you much pleasure, some delicious pain, often simultaneously, and at the end of the session, you will be satisfied. you will take orgasmic pleasure in my discovering your body, my knowledge of how it works, and my ability to take you to the edge many times before i grant you release. you also will take pleasure as i teach you what pleases me and my body’s pleasure , and your eagerness to learn shall be enthusiastically genuine. you will respect me in every way, as i will cherish you. ......as the day progresses she cannot eat, cannot do anything but be fixated on what is to happen, her every sense starts to heighten, she floats on a wave of nervous anticipatory energy, with countless possibilities imminent. she is wet, so wet,and she wants to rub herself, but knows that he will know, so she must not. with her heart pounding, it is hours before he is scheduled to arrive, she once again arranges her bedroom, aligns the sheets, looks for dust, as she knows he misses nothing ,so observant and perceptive is he, and will know if she has been lackadaisical in her preparation. for the fifth time she places the scarves in a different position on her bed, thinking about which way would please him the most. it is warm in her house, yet chills overtake her; the pores of the hairs on her head bristle in anticipation, they become more sensitized, her skin feels like it is connected directly to her sex. her thought processes are compartmentalized, she looks outside herself in wonder at the emotional depth she feels, as her desire to truly serve overtakes her in a gestaltic energy of freezing hot cold flashes of consuming adrenaline inducing torrential immediate non-verbal knowing, a knowing that today, finally today, she, the chrysalis, shall begin the transformation into butterfly…… she is beside herself in anticipatory hunger. she drifts, and suddenly is jolted into immediate anxious awareness; he has texted her. he will be at her door in less than two minutes. she cannot help herself, she starts to pant, face burning red with furious rays of heated hungry desire, she runs to the door, unlocks it and runs to the bed, wanting to just fall into it, yet slowing down to ensure that nothing gets out of place, the cool sheets feeling like sweet acid rain on her sensitive back, her nipples painfully tantalizingly taut, dripping wet and throbbing, she is frozen in an electric shock of immediate sensation. all senses hyper alert, she concentrates on hearing the sound of the door open, the universe shrinks down to the size of her room, nothing else exists but this immediate proximity; a minute, an eternity, and he enters her room. tension heightens, and she wants to see him, but closes her eyes, trying desperately not to squirm, but with her hyper alertness she can almost see him, smell him, as he stands in the room, she hears the sound of the chair as he sits, she hears his soft breathing, her head moving slowly from side to side, she somehow feels that she can smell his scent, his pheromones coursing past her nostrils directly to the pleasure center of her brain, she moans, she want to cry out, she wants his tender touch, she wants to feel her flesh sting from his smacks, she wants to be subsumed into nothingness, to be his slave, his slut, she wants only to be always at his feet in servitude, living only to make him happy… another minute, another eternity, an instant lifetime passes as she lays, he looks at her, testing her, to see if she is truly willing, saying nothing, the lack of noise quietly loud, he waits and watches…… his deep voice shatters the silence as he asks her if she is ready, really ready…..the sound of his voice and question brings instant response against her will as she nods yes, yes, and she cannot control her breathing as she pants and moans in her delicate anguish, she wants nothing more than to do his bidding, lives in the immediate want of desire to please….. he stands and approaches. she feels his presence. he says he wonders which scarf you wanted to be wrapped around your eyes, as he chooses….yes, pink today, pink to represent your skin as you feel my touch……. sit up he says, and as if a marionette, she is up. he gets behind her and wraps the scarf around her eyes, and now yes, she does smell his scent, elementally aware of his power, his hunger, his desire, she trembles as she feels his hands on her hair, the burning feeling his fingertips give her making her gasp…. she hopes he will touch her, her body like a taut spring, yet he does not, he tells her to lay back down. i will now inspect you to see if you are worthy. put your arms over your head. open your legs. wide….again, without volition she obeys, as her face starts to burn in shame as she knows she is naked and horribly vulnerable, exposed… she hopes that he likes what he sees, she wants him to want her too, chills trilling up and down her body. lift your legs up, knees to your shoulders, i want to inspect you, he orders. an electric instant and she obeys, humiliated as she is totally exposed, her private places open for his inspection….. he says nothing, as she must maintain that position, she cannot see what he is doing, cannot see his face, only awaiting that voice, that deep voice telling her what to do, and suddenly she then loses her shame.. she wants him to look, wants him to know that despite her apparent loss of control, she knows that it is her body that he desires, she must be a slut for him, but he must respect her in that role…. and she relaxes, she is almost ready to let go, she embraces their mutual power, and she smiles…….. moments pass, as he watches her, he sees the change in her body’s tautness, and he knows it is time to begin. he stands and takes her wrists, and whispers, now, you will be restricted, as he binds first one wrist to a corner, then the other, all the while, letting the silky material gently tickle her skin in delicious teasing softness. she hears him go to the foot of the bed, and tying one ankle, then the other to the poster, she is now bound, helpless, receptive, eager. he asks her if she feels discomfort, are her<b> ties </font></b>too tight, as she shakes her head no, she wants that wash of tautness and restriction, she relishes the feeling of entrapment…..he smiles and nods to himself, knowing she answers correctly. once again, she hears him sit. moments stretch, she is lost in her immediate world of sensation, alert to his wishes, nothing else exists…. she hears him leave the room… where is he going? did she do something to fail? returning, he gets on the bed, and lays next to her, and placing his mouth next to her ear, tells her she is a good pet, so far so good, but this is just a beginning, he must tune her body to his touch, she must burn for it… as he speaks, she feels a coldness on first one nipple, then the other, and realizes that he has an ice cube in his hand, the frigid pleasurable pain of the stinging coldness turns her nipples into rigid darts, as he goes from one to the other, wet warmth, then cold…..it drives her mad with desire as she starts to squirm, and he laughs at her, laughs at her pleasure/discomfort, but laughing in knowing that she is an instrument, that he too, must learn to play…. and just as suddenly, he drags the cube down her stomach, circling her belly button, she knows where he is going next, she wants it, he teases her in delectable agony, with one hand he spreads her her open, with the other he rubs the ice cube up and down her lips… her groans shatter the quietude, and he stops. and gets off the bed. good. very good, he says, you are doing nicely. |
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